(Eat a pelican and sit yo a** down)
Yo..yo..yo
Attack of the 50-foot teddy bear
Holding a lumberjack axe and a picture of Oprah
I got a three headed fiance with seven eyes
Incubating dinosaur eggs under the sofa
One fifty one, Malibu rum
Gather the blood in the tip of a black and blue tongue
Werewolf mixture flush it out the beaker
Til the alcoholic ectoplasm gushes out the speaker
From my dunhills to the duck-billed platypuses
About to spray the flesh fire hose up at the bushes
Swindle thinkin I'm an educated writer
I'll get you bitten by a thousand metal-plated spiders
In the face
Yeah b****, I bust in in stealth on the phone like
"Yo girl you touchin yourself?"
And she's like "ummm no?" "Oh"
Yeah
Murderous moves inverted the grooves
Servin' a brew that'll surely curb your enthusiasm
Burnin' the booth so fierce I fizzle
Usin' Saturn's rings to pierce my nipples
Show 'em cuz I got no game
I'd rather have a little sherlock grease in my lo mien
Show thangs 'til she bust in and twirl
Live on stage with a crush on your girl
I love it when they kiss me
I love it when they hug me
I love it when they make the love potion bubble
Especially I love it when she comes to my crib late at night
cause you're fightin' and your girl wants to snuggle
And I dont wanna sound rude
But I got some s*** that'll put you in the mood
For love
Oh s***, I think I'm 'bout to be sick
I push a 2060 hovercraft
The windows are bulletproof glass with a couple guns to blast
on the hood
Attackin' the gash with a mattress and headboard
snug in bubblewrap so i'm not crackin the wood
would you please step into my mind
and jump out my mouth and be a message in my rhymes
independent cyborg a**assin actin' famous
i don't have an image, I have an imagination
I spit mutated s****, you don't want it
swallow enough and little kids will grow in yuour stomach
Fallin' in love with you as I'm followin' my dreams
Crawlin' the tundra kissin as we wallow in the steam
Clean kicks, New Balance 950's with suction cups on the bottom
Spider walkin' up a building
Musical zenith koala
My medulla oblangata slider chalkin up the killings
Slippin in the pages of enabling cranial abrasions
I came in a s***eship with the alien invasion of hatred
In flames that are basted and Arabian Iron Maidens with athiest eyes and painted patriot inflation
if I can
Show 'em cuz I got you hog-tied in a large cajun rice from Popeye's
I love 'em when they're cross-eyed, lookin flush
It reminds me that I got a crush
I love it when they kiss me
I love it when they hug me
I love it when they make the love potion bubble
I really love it when your mother comes over to my mother-f***** crib cuz the b**** wants to cuddle
And I don't really wanna sound rude
But I got some s*** that'll put you in the mood for love
Oh d***...you gotta use both hands?
Yo..yo..yo
Attack of the 50-foot teddy bear
Holding a lumberjack axe and a picture of Oprah
I got a three headed fiance with seven eyes
Incubating dinosaur eggs under the sofa
One fifty one, Malibu rum
Gather the blood in the tip of a black and blue tongue
Werewolf mixture flush it out the beaker
Til the alcoholic ectoplasm gushes out the speaker
From my dunhills to the duck-billed platypuses
About to spray the flesh fire hose up at the bushes
Swindle thinkin I'm an educated writer
I'll get you bitten by a thousand metal-plated spiders
In the face
Yeah b****, I bust in in stealth on the phone like
"Yo girl you touchin yourself?"
And she's like "ummm no?" "Oh"
Yeah
Murderous moves inverted the grooves
Servin' a brew that'll surely curb your enthusiasm
Burnin' the booth so fierce I fizzle
Usin' Saturn's rings to pierce my nipples
Show 'em cuz I got no game
I'd rather have a little sherlock grease in my lo mien
Show thangs 'til she bust in and twirl
Live on stage with a crush on your girl
I love it when they kiss me
I love it when they hug me
I love it when they make the love potion bubble
Especially I love it when she comes to my crib late at night
cause you're fightin' and your girl wants to snuggle
And I dont wanna sound rude
But I got some s*** that'll put you in the mood
For love
Oh s***, I think I'm 'bout to be sick
I push a 2060 hovercraft
The windows are bulletproof glass with a couple guns to blast
on the hood
Attackin' the gash with a mattress and headboard
snug in bubblewrap so i'm not crackin the wood
would you please step into my mind
and jump out my mouth and be a message in my rhymes
independent cyborg a**assin actin' famous
i don't have an image, I have an imagination
I spit mutated s****, you don't want it
swallow enough and little kids will grow in yuour stomach
Fallin' in love with you as I'm followin' my dreams
Crawlin' the tundra kissin as we wallow in the steam
Clean kicks, New Balance 950's with suction cups on the bottom
Spider walkin' up a building
Musical zenith koala
My medulla oblangata slider chalkin up the killings
Slippin in the pages of enabling cranial abrasions
I came in a s***eship with the alien invasion of hatred
In flames that are basted and Arabian Iron Maidens with athiest eyes and painted patriot inflation
if I can
Show 'em cuz I got you hog-tied in a large cajun rice from Popeye's
I love 'em when they're cross-eyed, lookin flush
It reminds me that I got a crush
I love it when they kiss me
I love it when they hug me
I love it when they make the love potion bubble
I really love it when your mother comes over to my mother-f***** crib cuz the b**** wants to cuddle
And I don't really wanna sound rude
But I got some s*** that'll put you in the mood for love
Oh d***...you gotta use both hands?